(Jk’s: Articles of Knowing)<\/p>\n
Not knowing what to write, the absence of vision,
\nCall it lazines, i need some erudite precision.
\nRealistically I couldn’t improvise indecision
\nAny better than if my moderator insisted on a latin prescription.
\nWill I, the greatest, maker of affinity,
\nfalter, fail, bomb apocalyptically,
\nsaunter so sadistically while pilgrims perish near to me…
\ni was never the humblest of prodigies, come
\ndeliver me from tyranny!
\n(I honestly could never sleep with prose unwritten on the sheet.)
\nSo I scrawled:<\/p>\n
\u201cCause my slant rhyme is your good time
\nAnd my collocation is your breaths\u2019 vacation,
\nYah my short essay is your hit parade
\nAnd anyhow, my life is great,\u201d
\nPass pass pass pass<\/p>\n
Underhanded, reprimanded, over-eager-people-pleaser
\nLeave it to the master plans. Plans plans plans plans.
\nI wont put off what you pass down,
\nI wont hesitate and hit the ground.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m in outer space, every evening i\u2019m dreaming
\nAbout the girl, by herself, creativity streaming,
\nWith one pen and one paper, gives the whole world new meaning<\/p>\n
Cause she\u2019s a gold-mine, yeah better than fine,
\nWith gravitas, elegance, and a box of wine,
\nIntellectual, yass, and strong as hell,
\nRock steady wit, sick moves as well,<\/p>\n
I mean not really, she\u2019s a meat-loaf pan
\nWith dance moves as limber as lieutenant dan,
\nMethodically,
\nRepeatedly,
\nShuffling at the knees,
\nHowever unenthused the party seems to be,<\/p>\n
but i\u2019m in outer space, every evening dreaming,
\nThe girl by herself, creativity streaming, with one pen and one paper, gives the world true meaning<\/p>\n
{ – Trouble is nowhere\u2019s a good place to be found,
\nThe best voices, it seems, always come from the ground,
\nEveryone worth anything’s already gone down. – }<\/p>\n
Why am i clowning, a kite flying low,
\nWord count so wimpishly dragging in tow,
\nShe made the case for me, put pen to paper,
\nMake dolla bills y\u2019all, his name\u2019s don draper,<\/p>\n
But while he cashed checks i was starting to whimper
\nDeadline approaching, like some GRRMARTIN winter…<\/p>\n
So i\u2019m punch-happy, fresh-sliced caffeine
\nAnd a babka made of methamphetamine,
\nWriting miles a minute, my whole spirit in it,
\nRealistically, just wasting ink,
\nBut writing is writing
\nAnd whether they find it
\nEntertaining is besides the fucking point.<\/p>\n
\u201cCause my sarcasm\u2019s your phantasm,
\nMy irony\u2019s your cuppa tea,
\nMy prepositional phrases hit you in special places
\nAnd anyhow my life is great\u201d
\nPass pass pass pass<\/p>\n
But i\u2019m in outer space, every evening dreaming,
\nThe girl by herself, creativity streaming, with one pen and one paper, creates something worth reading.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
(Jk’s: Articles of Knowing) Not knowing what to write, the absence of vision, Call it lazines, i need some erudite precision. Realistically I couldn’t improvise indecision Any better than if my moderator insisted on a latin prescription. Will I, the … Continue reading